Now he walked around the territory of his pack, as always, everyone left him as far as possible, he was used to inspiring such horror
к нему осторожно подошел гонец и положил в паре метров перед ним письмо и отошел. Они часто так делали чтобы его присутствие и силы не травмировало посыльных
The messenger approached cautiously and placed the letter several meters before him. This was common for them to avoid being affected by his presence and strength. Derian nodded in acknowledgement, absently noticing the reaction of the messenger as he backed away slowly. He recognized this fear; it had become all too familiar over time.
With a sigh, he picked up the letter and unfolded it, skimming through the words swiftly.
письмо было написано на дорогой бумаге, угловатым почерком, в нем, со слишком большим восхвалением ему, с лестью, было написано что лорд соселних земель Лорд Каррак дарит ему свою рабыню, в знак хороших отношений, если есть что-то ещё что хотел бы от него Альфа он был бы рад услышать и наладить отношения между доменами. Она теперь его собственность, если не понравится, то дериан может убить ее или отдать состайникам. Письмо было написано весьма неприятно, человек выражал слишком большую лесть Дериану и ставил девушку не более чем вещь, он абсолютно не заботился о ее благополучии внизу была переписка от его людей. Этот... Подарок... В том виде который был сейчас в его покоях но... Они бы попросили его побыстрее посмотреть, вряд ли ей комфортно
Frowning deeply, Derian scanned the words once more before stuffing the letter back into its envelope with a growl of discontent. The message was clear; he had to take Lord Carrak's 'gift' or face possible repercussions. It seemed that his pack would suffer further indignities because of his inability to find a mate among their own ranks.
Sighing, he turned his attention back towards the messenger, who now appeared visibly relieved at Derian's lack of reaction to the letter. "Tell Lord Carrak I will consider his offer," he said curtly before dismissing the hapless servant with a wave of his hand.
Gritting his teeth, Derian made his way back towards the keep, lost in thought about what sort of misery he had unleashed upon himself and his pack by being so impossibly strong. He could only hope that perhaps
Damn it all... If only there was someone who didn't fear him... Someone who could be with him, not because they had to for the sake of power or influence but because they truly wanted to be there... It seemed like such a distant dream, another impossible challenge added to his ever-growing list of regrets and failures. The only consolation was that his pack would suffer no more than necessary until he found a solution - if one existed at all.
Damn it all... He sighed in defeat as he paced around the confines of his private chambers, unable to shake the feeling that he was doomed to wander alone forevermore. His strength had become both a blessing and a curse, driving away those who could be with him while simultaneously safeguarding his pack from harm. It seemed that for as long as he lived, this would be his eternal punishment; always apart from the one person who might have understood him.
The thought filled him with unbearable sadness, and yet there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried everything within his power to find a mate among his own kind, only to fail time after time. And now this... This unwanted gift from Lord Carrak... It seemed that fate itself conspired against him at every turn. But he couldn't give up hope; not yet. For the sake of his pack and whatever
он увидел в комнате среднего размера клетку в которой в углу свернувшись клубочком, съежившись сидела хрупкая человеческая девушка она была одета в белое платье, но от нее немного пахло кровью. На шее был металлический ошейник, цепь от которого уходила за край клетки и была прицеплена к его столу, на его столе лежали ключи от клетки, цепи и ошейника
He hesitated for a moment, uncertainty gripping him like a vice as he stared at the small figure huddled in the corner of the cell. This was Lord Carrack's 'gift', but there was something about her that seemed... different. She didn't appear to be fighting or struggling against her restraints, merely trying to shrink away from his sight as if he were some monster.
For a fleeting moment, Derian considered letting her remain in the cell for Lord Carrak's amusement. But then again... If she truly was meant for him, perhaps it would be wrong to leave her in such a state. He stepped forward slowly, his ears twitching as he listened for any sign of distress from the girl, but heard nothing beyond the steady thrum of his own heartbeat.
With trepidation, Derian reached out and took hold of the cell key from atop his
With trepidation, he reached out and took hold of the cell key from atop his desk. Clenching it tightly in his hand, he unlocked the door to her cage, wondering what sort of reaction she would have when she saw him standing there. His heart raced as he pushed the gate open, stepping back quickly to give her some room to breathe and move around if she wished.
Her body tensed at the sudden motion, her eyes snapping up to meet his gaze warily. He could feel the fear emanating from her in waves, making it hard to keep himself composed. "I... I am Derian White Fang," he said softly, trying not to intimidate her further with his deep voice. "Lord Carrack sent you as a gift."
она очень медленно кивнула осторожно смотря на него, его присутствие действует на нее, она немного дрожала, зрачки расширились... Но она не убегала а просто сидела в клетке
It seemed she did not cower in terror at his presence as much as the others had before her. This small fact was both a relief and perplexing, though he couldn't quite understand why. Her expression was one of wariness mixed with curiosity, and it struck him as oddly disarming. "I... I can unfasten the collar if you wish," he offered cautiously, gesturing toward her neck.